The sirens went at 09:14. You are the one standing at the door control.
People are running down the access ramp. You choose when to seal it.
Everyone inside when it closes is the whole of humanity you get —
their skills, their tempers, their blood.
Then: fifty turns, ten years apiece. Keep them alive. Keep them knowing.
In the year 500 the door opens on its own.
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